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  • June Dairy Month Recap: Stories from the Farmyard

    June Dairy Month Recap: Stories from the Farmyard

    As June Dairy Month comes to a close, I’ve been thinking about how much this month’s writing has revolved around farmers, hayfields, and the quiet weight of rural life. It wasn’t a strategic content plan so much as an honest outflow of what’s on my heart—and on my mind—this time of year.

    In case you missed any of the recent posts (or want to revisit them with fresh eyes), here’s a look back at the stories we’ve walked through together.

    The Old New Holland Baler and a Haying Legacy

    In one post, I took you out to the hayfield, where an old New Holland baler still clatters its way across the field, tying bales as steadily as it did in the 1960s. We followed its story from my grandfather’s horse-drawn days, through my dad’s years of frantic shear-pin changes and late‑night repairs, all the way to today’s summers under my father’s care.

    That baler became more than a machine—it stood in for a family legacy of persistence, resourcefulness, and care passed down from one set of hands to the next. Each bale it drops is a small monument to the people who refused to let it quit.

    Learning to Stop Hiding My Farm Roots

    Another post shifted from machinery to identity. I shared my “confession” that, for years, I tried to tuck my farm background away—doing just enough chores, avoiding being “too farm kid,” and choosing choirs over FFA. I wanted the values without the label.

    But homesteading habits kept creeping back: blanching green beans, learning to make sauerkraut, failing (and eventually succeeding) at homemade pizza. A glut of cucumbers and a Facebook post finally opened my eyes to how unusual my access to fresh food really was—and how much others valued what I took for granted.

    Through coworkers’ questions and friends’ enthusiasm, I began to see my rural upbringing not as a liability, but as an asset: a source of work ethic, resourcefulness, and a perspective that still shapes how I parent, homestead, and show up in my community.

    Naming the Hidden Weight Farmers Carry

    We also zoomed out to look more directly at farmer mental health. That post walked through the way farming has changed over the past forty years: fewer, larger farms; bigger equipment; “land rich and cash poor” realities; new diseases and pests; and markets that feel like a roller coaster.

    Layer by layer, we named the unseen pressures—chronic stress, isolation, identity and legacy, and stigma around asking for help. The goal wasn’t to drown anyone in statistics, but to give words to what many farmers and farm families are already feeling: that toughness doesn’t make you immune to stress, and that talking about it is an act of courage, not weakness.

    We also talked about what farmers need to hear (that being exhausted doesn’t mean you’re failing) and what the rest of us can do in small but meaningful ways: listening well, supporting local, sharing resources, and checking in after hard news.

    June Dairy Month from the Farmyard Side

    In honor of June Dairy Month, another piece turned the camera toward what June actually feels like on the farm. While towns see smiling cow posters, ice cream specials, and farm breakfasts, farmers see early alarms, hot barns, hayfields racing storms, and bills riding in their back pockets.

    I shared memories of June as “hold on tight and hope the machinery cooperates,” and explored how it can feel to be “celebrated” while you’re barely keeping up. For some, June Dairy Month is joyful; for others, it’s complicated. We imagined what farmers might actually want this month: fewer speeches and more listening, real prayers for safety and rest, quiet texts that say, “How are you holding up?” and resources that gently say, “You don’t have to carry this alone.”

    I also mention practical ways to honor farmers—asking better questions, dropping off food or encouragement during haying, and telling kids the story behind the milk in their glasses.

    A Barn Roof, a Helping Hand, and a Farm Friendship

    Most recently, I shared a story from before I was born, about how one small act—stopping to help on a red barn roof—turned two neighboring farmers into lifelong friends. A neighbor pulled in, climbed up despite a fear of heights, and offered a hand. From that afternoon on the peak, their lives became deeply intertwined through haying days, shared meals, weddings, and tough seasons.

    As a kid, I joined those hay crews, stacked bales until I was covered in dust, and ate big meals that felt like our own modern threshing bees. Looking back, I can see how that one moment of courage and kindness rippled through decades and shaped the community I grew up in.

    What Threads These Stories Together

    Across all these posts, a few themes keep surfacing:

    • The steady, sometimes unnoticed persistence of farmers and farm families
    • The way small acts—fixing an old baler, sharing cucumbers, stopping to help on a roof—carry forward into generations
    • The tension between public celebrations of agriculture and the private weight many farmers carry
    • The quiet, sturdy beauty of rural friendships and communities

    June Dairy Month may be the official reason to talk about cows and fields, but the stories don’t fit neatly into one month on a calendar. They’re ongoing, season after season.

    Feature Photo by GG LeMere on Unsplash

    If one of these posts resonated with you, I’m glad you were here. And if you’re a farmer, or love one, thank you—for the work you do, the courage it takes, and the stories you’re still living.

    If you have a minute, I’d love to know: which of these stories stuck with you most, and what would you like to see more of in the months ahead?

    If you know someone who loves farm stories—or someone who lives them—would you share this recap with them? Your shares and comments help these stories find the people who need them.

    Read Next: Growing Up on a Wisconsin Dairy Farm: Reflections for June Dairy Month

  • How to Truly Celebrate Farmers During June Dairy Month

    How to Truly Celebrate Farmers During June Dairy Month

    This piece is written in honor of the farmers who live June from the farmyard side of the fence, and for the neighbors who want to understand and support them a little better.

    Dairy cow in the field during June Dairy Month, cared for by farmers working long days.
    June celebrates dairy on the shelf, but every cow stands behind a farmer who got up early to care for her.

    June shows up every year with smiling cow cartoons, ice cream specials, and “June Dairy Month!” signs at the grocery store. Those things make me smile too. I love a good squeaky cheese curd or a deep‑fried cheese curd as much as the next person.

    But when I see those displays, my mind doesn’t go first to the dairy case. It goes to the people behind it—the farmers who are too busy scraping alleys, baling hay, fixing something that broke, or trying to make the numbers work to even notice that it’s “their month.”

    What June Looks Like From the Farm Side

    From town, June Dairy Month looks like ice cream socials and farm breakfasts. From the farmyard, it looks like:

    • An alarm that rings before the sky is pink.
    • Cows that don’t know it’s a holiday—they just know it’s milking time again.
    • Hayfields that are finally dry enough to cut and bale, and a forecast that may or may not cooperate.

    Maybe you’re hustling to get first‑crop hay in before a line of storms. Maybe you’re watching the thermometer climb and worrying about how your cows will handle the heat. Maybe you’re waiting on a haybine part that’s “supposed to be here tomorrow” while the grass gets a little older every day.

    Somewhere in the middle of it all, there’s a calf kicking up her heels in fresh bedding or a field that finally looks just right in the evening light—and you tuck that away as quiet fuel to keep going. When the world says, “Let’s celebrate farmers!,” June often says, “Let’s see how much more you can carry.”

    The Part the Posters Don’t Show

    When I was a kid, June didn’t feel like a themed month; it felt like “hold on tight and hope the machinery cooperates.” I remember:

    • The way supper got pushed later and later because there was still hay to bale, still a calf to treat, still a broken something to put back together.
    • The quiet mental math of “Can we afford this repair?” and “Will the milk check stretch far enough this month?”

    You didn’t see that on the posters at the grocery store. You still don’t. The public sees the ice cream cone; you see the list of bills in your back pocket while they enjoy it.

    How It Feels to Be “Celebrated”

    If you’re a farmer, you might get a lot of “Thank you, farmers!” posts in your feed this month. They’re kind, and they’re appreciated. But sometimes they land in a funny place in your chest.

    On the one hand, it feels good to be noticed. On the other hand, you may be thinking:

    • “If you really knew what this took, you’d understand why I’m too tired to come to the celebration.”
    • “I’m glad you love cheese, but I wish someone would ask how we’re really doing.”
    • “I don’t feel like a hero. I feel like I’m barely keeping up.”

    Being celebrated can be strange when you’re also wondering if the next generation will be able to keep doing this the way your family always has. Some farmers genuinely love every minute of June Dairy Month; others feel a twinge of something more complicated under the surface.

    What Farmers Might Actually Want This June

    If I could rewrite June Dairy Month from the farm side, it would still have ice cream and farm breakfasts. But it might also have:

    • A quiet text from a neighbor that says, “How are things holding up on your farm this spring?” or, better yet, “Can we help you with haying?”
    • A church announcement that includes not just a dairy potluck, but a prayer for farmers’ safety, sanity, and sleep.
    • A flyer at the co‑op with real support resources and a simple line: “You don’t have to carry this alone.”

    It might look like fewer speeches and more listening. Less, “Tell us your success story,” and more, “What’s been heavy this year, and how can we stand with you in it?”

    A Small Invitation for Non‑Farm Folks

    If you don’t farm but you love your milk, cheese, and summer sweet corn, you don’t need a big platform to make June “land” differently for the farmers in your life.

    You could:

    • Ask one real question and give space for a real answer: “What’s June like for you on the farm?”
    • Drop off a pan of bars or brownies, a pizza, or a gift card during haying or harvest, no strings attached.
    • Tell your kids, “This milk didn’t start in a carton. It started with a family that got up early today.”
    • Share a hotline number or farm stress resource quietly with a farmer friend and say, “No pressure at all. I just want you to have this in your back pocket.”

    None of that fixes markets or weather. But it tells a farmer, “I see you—not just what you produce.”

    A Word to the Farmers Reading This

    If June feels heavy instead of festive this year, you’re not doing it wrong.

    You can be proud of your work and still be tired of the fight. You can love your cows and your land and still feel worn down by the paperwork, the payments, and the pressure. You can be grateful and still be honest that this is hard.

    If all you do this June is keep going, catch your breath when you can, maybe say out loud to one safe person, “This is a lot right now”—that is enough. You’re more than a photo op or a slogan. You’re a whole person in boots and jeans and calloused hands, carrying decisions that most people never see.

    More Than a Month on the Calendar

    I’m glad we set aside a month to celebrate dairy and the farmers who make it possible. But when the banners come down and the sales end, the work goes on.

    My hope is that June can be more than a marketing campaign—that it can be a yearly reminder to look past the milk carton and into the lives of the people behind it, to ask better questions, listen a little longer, and remember that “supporting farmers” is about more than buying another gallon.

    Feature Photo by Screenroad on Unsplash

    If you’re a farmer (dairy or otherwise), what do you wish people understood about June on your farm?

    If this resonated with you, would you pass it along to someone who cares about farmers—or share it where other farm families might see it? I’d also love to hear from you in the comments: what’s one small way you’ve seen someone truly honor a farmer, or one thing you wish people understood about June on your farm?

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  • Growing Up on a Farm: How I Learned to Appreciate My Dairy Roots

    Growing Up on a Farm: How I Learned to Appreciate My Dairy Roots

    “I grew up on a farm.”

    For a long time, that sentence felt like something I needed to tuck away, not lead with. In high school, I carefully sidestepped anything that might mark me as “too farm kid.” I avoided FFA and agriculture classes, choosing instead to spend time with the choir crowd—some of the kindest people you’ll ever meet (and, let’s be honest, who doesn’t love friends who can sing?).

    On the surface, I was doing what a lot of teenagers do: trying to blend in. Underneath, I was quietly distancing myself from a way of life that had shaped me more than I realized.

    Trying to Tuck My Farm Roots Away

    Looking back, I can see how much effort I put into not looking “too farm.”

    • I did the bare minimum caring for the steers assigned to me.
    • I half-heartedly tended the garden that had been so generously entrusted to my “care.”
    • I laughed off my farm chores as “no big deal,” even when they meant missing events or coming to school smelling faintly of silage.

    I share more about the steers here, but the short version is this: I wanted the values of my upbringing (work ethic, responsibility, resourcefulness) without the label that came with them. I thought being “the farm kid” made me less interesting, less sophisticated, less…something.

    Even in college, I was hesitant to share details about my rural background. I listened to friends talk about their favorite coffee shops and city neighborhoods, and I stayed quiet about gravel roads, hay balers, and cleaning cow yards.

    The Homesteading Bug That Never Quite Left

    And yet, there was always a part of me that genuinely enjoyed homesteading.

    The summer after my freshman year of college, I found myself slipping back into familiar rhythms:

    It was as if my hands remembered what my pride wanted to forget. I loved the feeling of putting food by, the satisfaction of seeing freezer bags full of vegetables, and the simple rhythm of working alongside my parents.

    At the time, I still didn’t connect this with identity. It just felt like “what we do in the summer”—use what we have, store what we can, waste as little as possible.

    The Cucumber Story That Started to Change My Perspective

    I remember clearly when my perspective started to shift.

    Shortly before my junior year of college, our garden produced a glut of cucumbers. In a moment of practicality, I posted on Facebook asking if anyone wanted some. Several college friends responded enthusiastically.

    I didn’t believe they were serious.

    To me, cucumbers were just…there. They showed up in the garden, we ate what we wanted, and the rest sometimes ended up in the compost if we couldn’t keep up. I assumed everyone had access to as many fresh vegetables as they wanted, if they just “put in the effort.”

    So I left the cucumbers at home.

    When I saw my friends later, their disappointed faces told me I’d made a mistake. They had genuinely looked forward to those garden-fresh cucumbers. In that moment, it hit me: my experience of having plentiful fresh vegetables was not typical. What I saw as ordinary was, to many others, special.

    That simple misunderstanding planted a metaphorical seed. Maybe my farm background wasn’t something to hide. Maybe it was something to share.

    Realizing My Background Was an Asset, Not a Liability

    Later, at my post-college job, that seed grew.

    Coworkers would ask the usual small-talk questions: “Where did you grow up?” “What did your parents do?” When I mentioned my agricultural background—dairy cows, hay fields, chores before school—I was surprised by their reactions.

    They were impressed.

    They asked follow-up questions. They wanted to know what milking was like, how long haying days really were, what it meant to care for animals every single day. They didn’t hear “small town, limited experience.” They heard “work ethic,” “responsibility,” and “a perspective I don’t have.”

    Slowly, I began to see that the very things I had once tried to downplay were the things that made my story unique and valuable.

    What Farm Life Actually Gave Me

    When I think about my farm childhood now, I don’t just see early mornings and missed parties. I see the deeper gifts standing behind them:

    • A strong work ethic. You show up even when you’re tired, because the animals still need care.
    • Follow-through. You don’t quit halfway through cleaning the yard or milking a herd.
    • Resourcefulness. You learn to fix things, make do, and find ways to stretch what you have.
    • Respect for land and animals. You see firsthand that your choices affect living creatures and the soil under your feet.
    • Community awareness. You understand that your work feeds people you know by name.

    Those values follow me into parenting, into how I manage our small homestead now, and into how I show up in my community.

    Sharing the “Confession” with Pride

    Today, I share my “confession”—that I grew up on a farm—not as something to gloss over, but as something I’m proud of.

    I’m proud of:

    • My parents, who modeled consistency and care when no one was watching.
    • My extended family, who have been (and still are) stewards of the land.
    • The countless farmers who live out the same story in their own quiet, steadfast way.

    I’m also grateful for the friends and coworkers who helped me see my background differently—those who wanted the cucumbers I thought were nothing special, and those who lit up when I shared stories about dairy cows and hay fields.

    A Note of Thanks for June Dairy Month

    So, in the spirit of June Dairy Month, consider this post a small thank-you:

    • To the farmers who are up before dawn, again.
    • To the families who build their lives around the needs of animals and land.
    • To the kids who might someday feel tempted to hide their farm roots, just like I did.

    If you’re one of those kids, I hope you’ll come to see what I finally did: your story matters, and your background is a strength—not something to be smoothed over.

    Happy June Dairy Month—to all the hardworking farmers out there, and especially to the friends and family who keep showing up, season after season.

    If this story resonated with you—or reminded you of your own farm kid days—would you share it with a friend or save it for later?

    I’d also love to hear from you: did you grow up on a farm, or are you just now learning where your food comes from? Your perspective matters too.

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  • Growing Up on a Wisconsin Dairy Farm: Reflections for June Dairy Month

    Growing Up on a Wisconsin Dairy Farm: Reflections for June Dairy Month

    Growing up on a dairy farm in Wisconsin, my days were shaped by the rhythm of the cows and the turning of the seasons. Each morning began before sunrise, the air crisp with the scent of damp earth as my family and I made our way to the barn. The gentle lowing of the cows was our alarm clock, their needs dictating every hour. Summers meant long days baling hay and tending fields; winters brought the challenge of breaking ice in water troughs and cleaning icy yards. Even now, years after leaving the farm, that heritage remains woven into who I am. The values of hard work, responsibility, and respect for the land and animals continue to guide me, especially as June Dairy Month arrives each year.

    June Dairy Month always brings a sense of pride and community across Wisconsin. As families gather for breakfasts on the farm and other celebrations, I’m reminded of the camaraderie that comes from being part of such a vital tradition. It’s a time to reflect on my roots, appreciate the dedication of today’s dairy farmers, and feel connected to the land and lifestyle that shaped my upbringing.

    As a child, I didn’t fully grasp the significance of June Dairy Month. I simply felt the special energy it brought: early mornings in the barn, the mingled scents of fresh hay and silage, the gentle clatter of milk pails, and the creamy taste of fresh milk. My parents stressed that cows don’t wait, and chores don’t take vacations. I learned this during many summer afternoons as I missed parties and other gatherings to clean the cow yard. The cows needed tending, indifferent to my disappointment and frustration. In those moments, responsibility became more than a lesson but a way of life.

    Looking back, I see how my family’s story is part of a much larger one. Wisconsin’s identity as “America’s Dairyland” began with a dramatic transformation in the late 19th century, when wheat fields gave way to pastures and dairy barns. Innovations like the refrigerated rail car and the Babcock butterfat tester, along with support from the University of Wisconsin, helped turn the state into a national leader in milk and cheese production. June Dairy Month, which began in 1937, celebrates the contributions of dairy farmers to our nutrition, agriculture, and economy.

    What stands out most from those years is the sense of community. Our work mattered, not just to us, but to neighbors and friends who relied on us for fresh dairy, and to the local businesses that depended financially on our success. June Dairy Month specifically meant hearty breakfasts on the farm, farm tours, and the joy of sharing what we produced. These traditions instilled in me a deep appreciation for collaboration and generosity.

    Though I no longer live on a dairy farm, those values guide how I raise my own family. We keep a small garden and some poultry, and I make sure my kids know where their food is sourced. Every June, we attend the local Breakfast on the Farm, reconnecting with my roots and supporting our neighbors. We make homemade ice cream and talk about the farmers who make it possible. These experiences help my family feel connected not only to our food, but to the people who produce it.

    Today’s dairy farmers face unprecedented challenges: rising costs, unpredictable weather, ever-evolving pests and diseases, emotional strain, and the pressures of a global market, among many other worries. The long hours and physical demands deter many from continuing the legacy. And yet, every day, dairy farmers rise before dawn, meeting each obstacle with grit and creativity. Their perseverance sustains not only their families, but our communities and traditions.

    Recently, I attended a June Dairy Breakfast with my parents and children. The aroma of fresh pancakes mingled with the scent of blooming lilacs, and my kids’ eyes lit up at the sights and sounds. Watching my kids and my parents interacting together on the farm, I felt the invisible threads of community and legacy binding us together, a living tapestry woven from shared labor and respect.

    The future of farming—and especially of family dairy farms—depends on all of us: supporting local farms, honoring the land, and teaching the next generation about where food is sourced. In every glass of milk, every slice of cheese, and every community breakfast, the story of perseverance and pride continues. It’s up to us to ensure this heritage thrives for generations to come.

    Do you celebrate June Dairy Month? Share your thoughts below, and subscribe to join a group of like-minded people.

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